1. Clothing
Anko frowns as she looks in the mirror.
She can't decide.
To have it?
Or not to have it?
That is the question.
Finding herself at her limit, she uses her emergency method of deciding.
Turning around, she searches until she spots a familiar head.
"Oi! Spikes!"
Said man jumps before slumping as he recognizes her voice and nickname.
"Whaddya want, Mitarashi…" His annoyed voice trails off as he catches sight of her. Suddenly, he looks very stiff.
Like a fish, almost.
She grins, gauging his reaction. Then, she asks the dreaded question:
"Does this dress make me look fat?"
Silence.
It's funny how he immediately turns red, while the person beside him has a knowing smirk on his face.
The reply she gets comes out quite strangled.
"I—um, you—" He shuts up for a moment, before taking a deep breath and gulping. "Yes."
Her grin widens, eyes glinting.
"Ah. Is that so…?"
She turns back to the mirror, glancing over herself once more.
"Great! I think I'll have this!"
AN: Before I say anything, let us all bow to the great Shun-chan who was willing to beta it (and comb through my terrible grammar) for me!
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